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Good afternoon, Delav! 🩵💙
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good afternoon, Delav! 🖤🤍 (2)
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good eve, delaves! do i look good with my new hair style? :DD
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‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ／ 🖊ㅤFull of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive (@Godrict, @TheHowarth, @Altefiore, @PromiseSeason, @KissOfLoove, @luzveris, @SartreFamille, @GuerreroFamillia, @Eeljes, @HerdOfDauvignon, @LeBeaulieu, @BURNIIZE.). transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.
ㅤ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.
‣ㅤ autumnal poetry: (ii) ─── diary.
The grains of warmth make everyone feel its beauty, pensively looking out the window surrounded by chirping birds.
ㅤ／ 🖊ㅤFull of magic that captivates our family, it keeps many beautiful verses of poetry, a place of great wisdom and will always shine. would like to wish our esteemed neighbors a happy mensive (@Godrict, @TheHowarth, @Altefiore, @PromiseSeason, @KissOfLoove, @luzveris, @SartreFamille, @GuerreroFamillia, @Eeljes, @HerdOfDauvignon, @LeBeaulieu, @BURNIIZE.). transports of delight. wielded them with merrymaking precision, their light waking golden fire in the future.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.. sparkling night. pocket, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAncient O'clock.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤⓘ 15.50 ◟happiness.
ㅤ ( .. ) ─── happy, xi.ver : a diary full of mystery in it was found worn, ancient and dirty. contains the daily life of our family in beautiful autumn, scattered with romantic poetry from ancient times. ────────────────────
It is so full of happiness here, many ancient records are neatly arranged, with the signature of The Delaire Family. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsincerely, @TheDelaire.
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OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. 🦉𑇣.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
”What is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?”
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to all—only to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
— The PARENTS (1980–1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
— The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007–2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
Send your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
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OWL WHISPERS. YOUR NIGHT IS WORDED. 🦉𑇣.. SHEDDED AND ASSEMBLED IN THE SOUL.
”What is family, if not forged beyond
blood? What is loyalty, if not proved
through the crucible of fate?”
Through the dusk-thick air, the owl calls not to all—only to those shaped by silence, sharpened by devotion. The gate does not swing wide; it creaks open for those fated to belong. No empty vows. No fragile bonds. We seek not the polished, but those softened by ache and sharpened by truth. The echoes welcome the forgotten lineages, those who left pieces of themselves behind in the name of duty, loyalty, or something softer.
Only for the ones who carry the weight of generations and yet walk lightly through smoke:
— The PARENTS (1980–1994), the keepers of lineage in their marrow.
— The YOUNGEST CHILD (2007–2010), still touched by dreamlight, yet forged in trials unspoken.
“I am (NAME, USERNAME)—drawn not by longing, but by something heavier. On the night of (MUSE, BIRTH YEAR), I did not stumble. I answered. I walked into the night not to escape, but to return—to where my shadow was already waiting.”Send your reckoning
To our sentinel: @Mordsrbot.
We Are The Ones Who Don't
Forget, Even When We Were
Never Remembered.
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Forwarded from TEEZ—BON #GoldenTicketForMingi
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* ׁ 𓈒
━━━━━━ THETHIRST
. . . IN THEHEAT ━━ 𖤝 ━━
🜨 ࣪ . . #LemonDrop ࣪ ˖ 🍋
Extreme weather, but with refreshing handling. Just like when your life give you a lemon, just make it drop on the edge of sunlight of joy. The sky goes down, and drops it rains. But still, you can feel the heat and thirst inside you, right?
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* ׁ 𓈒
THE GLASS OF 🍸━━━━━━ THE
HAS BEEN BROKE, DROPPING OFF SWEET
DRIPS (‘ꗃ,) OF SUMMER TIDE.. . . IN THE
𝑮𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑬𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹 : 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝟑
🜨 ࣪ . . #LemonDrop ࣪ ˖ 🍋
Extreme weather, but with refreshing handling. Just like when your life give you a lemon, just make it drop on the edge of sunlight of joy. The sky goes down, and drops it rains. But still, you can feel the heat and thirst inside you, right?
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